We’re still waiting for properly warm weather to land in New York for more than an hour or two at a time — it will, we know it will, but it hasn’t, and we’re getting tired of waiting for it.

One of our members got so tired of waiting she flew off to the Riviera Maya, from whose sunlit shores she sent these two photos, just to make the rest of us jealous.

It worked.

But next week it’s supposed to get up into the high 70s here! So hope is not the only thing springing eternal — spring should finally be springing too.

Want to join us in turning New York City into, if not a tropical paradise, at least a topless one? Email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. All body-positive women welcome. Let’s show the world you don’t have to fly thousands of miles from home to enjoy freedom under the sun. 🙂